Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on.

That’s how it is with love
And also lust.
You’ve gone twenty years without something
Then suddenly you get a taste of it and it
Just tastes like more – – –
The more you hold him
The more you want to hold him
The more you kiss, the more you gaze into each other’s eyes, the more you touch,
the more you want to touch.
Desire creating more desire
Creating more desire.

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